I still feel like

by Jem

crying. Sometimes. Because of last Saturday’s scare.


I was comforted by little things.


I hugged my buddy tighter than usual when I finally saw him that day.

I called Tel just so I can talk about how panicked I was.


And still I cried that night and the next morning.

And still I feel like crying now.


Irrational fear, maybe. From almost blacking out again. From losing my sight and hearing for a while. From not knowing what to do, who to call, if anyone was going to help me.

I’m still scared.

I’m still scared.


I try to talk about it lightly.

But I’m still scared.


And now there’s the Anemia scare.

It might mean repeats of Saturday’s ordeal.

I’m still scared.

I’m still scared.